Once upon a time, I was 174 miles from reaching my 1,000 mile goal.
Once upon a time, I was 13 days away from running a marathon.
Once upon a time, my dear sweet innocent child left a toy on the stairs.
Once upon a time, I found said toy by slipping on it, tumbling down the stairs and busting up my foot (not broken, but not exactly usable either).
Once upon a time was yesterday.
How will this fairytale end?
3 comments:
Oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so SAD reading this. That was my WORST FEAR serioulsy... I even wrote a post about being a Klutz and fearing breaking something prior to my race. Oh I am hoping you will get better ASAP. Keep me posted!!!
I'm sad T.
That is so stinky! I am always tripping on toys and stuff around here, but not to that extent! Hope you get better! Lot's of ice and lot's of relaxing!
and thank you for answering all my questions about the running while pregnant! Sending you lot's heal up fast thoughts!
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